The empty head of Death is wailing – <br />Siren to a mind aflailing; <br />Unpropitious stare assailing, <br />Casting forth His disembowelling dream! <br /> <br />Am I the flouncing soul He seeks –? <br />The jetsam of our realm He wreaks – <br />The uncontested heir His freaks <br />Of Hell hath chosen – so, be I supreme: <br /> <br />The crop of all to blame for ailing <br />Spirits cross our earth; derailing <br />Man– so now, for me the nailing <br />Banishment to hear the Devil scream! <br /> <br />His haggard hands gesticulate <br />The closing presage; now the gate <br />Begins to creak; and I await <br />With pounding fear to greet His gleeful beam… <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010<br /><br />Mark R Slaughter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/banishment-3/
